Madison Porter

He is... Poem by Madison Porter

He is the coiled strength of each fibre of muscleHe is the lurid tableau of colours that shine from supernovaeHe is the ungraspably powerful fire that burns in the heart of each starHe is the berceuse the wind pulls from it lips as it mourns through the treesHe is the darkness that wraps itself like a blanket around our nerves and sensesHe is the fresh tears that silently gather in the weary eyes of motherHe is the hands of a newborn reaching out to explore the EarthHe is the impossibly intricate crystals of ice that gently flow from the heavensHe is the crimson liquid that I can feel pulsing beneath your skinHe is a living thing’s last thought and breath